Coolest Ways To Die Novels & Stories

I exclaimed suddenly when I read that I would be skin alive! What type of assassination technique is that? Why is there such a choice in the mode of execution? I thought that the only ways I could die were by falling from a tall building, hanging myself, poisoning myself, or stabbing myself in the heart! Why did my manner of murder come out this way? Skinning alive?

“How are you feeling?” Zen groaned. Honestly, he felt like this was the worst sleep he had so far. Father Clarence was looking at him with eyes of concern, wondering what the boy did to return to the church this soon. Didn’t he mass craft the healing salves? Suffocation and drowning were probably some of the more terrifying ways to die. Honestly, Zen preferred to die from fall damage or get beaten up until his HP dwindled away. It would not be as brutal as smelling slime butts. Even getting shot to death might be slightly better. It was less embarrassing if Zen ignored how he died semi-naked.

Some stumbled backward, while others threw up on the floor. The venue descended into chaos. Amidst the pandemonium, Wyatt grabbed Celia's arm, his face riddled with anxiety. "How did this happen? How is Elliot actually dead?" he questioned. But before Celia could even respond, her knees buckled, and she collapsed heavily onto the floor. "How could he be dead? He took a drug to fake his own death. I left food and water in that casket… Right! It's just the drug. The drug hasn't worn off yet. He's not dead!"

“I thought long and hard about this. I want to make your death memorable. Something fitting for a man like you.” He paused, “So, tell me which you’d prefer: should I skin you alive and then burn you? Or maybe electrocute you to death? No, wait… my personal favorite—” He grinned wickedly. “Bury you alive in a coffin filled with mice, so they have to eat you to survive. What do you think?” I murmured something under my breath, my voice too low for him to hear. “What was that?” he asked, leaning closer, his curiosity piqued. “Come on, don’t be shy. Which one will it be?”

Tom shouted as my face was buried in the cushion. I couldn’t mutter anything I was drained of the remaining dignity I had. My mind kept thinking of ways I can kill myself. Poison, gunshot, stabbing, hanging, running into ongoing traffic, drowning, burning myself, drinking acid. The endless choices sounded more like paradise than the way I was being treated. I decided to close my eyes to think about paradise

“Why do you all want to die a painless death? You know it is never going to happen.” “The best thing I can do is to give just one person a painless death and the other rest will die a painful and anguish death.” I said to them. “Next!!!!!.” “I would want to be burnt to death.” The last one answer and I let out a creepy smile.” “This is the only one that want to die a painful and anguish death.” “I have seen my winner!!!” “Since you choose to die a painful death without being scared, I hereby offer you a painless death.”

The sound echoed across the arena. The lights flashed white. The cheers turned into gasps. Nathan’s knees buckled. The last thing he saw before everything went black was the en dless sea of faces screaming, panicking, crying—and the world spinning out of focus. And then...... nothing.

I find myself looking around to see if we’ve caught anyone’s attention but no one is here. “What is wrong with you and strangling me.” His question throws me off-guard and he notices it. He gives me his full attention. “I don’t really know. I just say it sometimes. Maybe the worst way to die is through chocking and I’d like people that I kill to die that way because I will only kill them if they deserve it.” I peer up at him, expecting to see him looking down at me with shock, distaste, but it is the opposite. I see curiosity and wonder in his eyes.

It was built upon countless corpses and bones! Frederick smirked. "Actually, you're mistaken. I haven't changed. I just think that giving them a swift death would be letting them off too easily. Slowly tormenting these people to death, like boiling a frog in warm water… That's the true art of death!" His tone was nonchalant, but each word carried weight. There are many ways to kill someone, but creating despair through murder is on a whole other level! This statement sent shivers down Seiryu's spine, leaving him drenched in cold sweat instantly.

Her expressions were neutral, with no sign of pain or regret at this point. She couldn’t endure this pain now and felt like it was better to end it forever. There seemed to be no reason to live on for. No person to be happy for. No one wanted her or would be sad if she died.